“Tempest darling, you have to meet Natasha, she’s one of my oldest theatre friends.”
“I’m not old at all!” Natasha said adamantly. And she certainly wasn’t, the lovely brown-haired woman had a pixie face and eyes, defying Tempest’s idea of what any good “Natasha” should look like.
“This is the love of my life.” Orlando was quick to put his arm around Tempest’s waist, and introduce her properly. Though it didn’t stop him from moments later breaking free of Tempest, and giving the other woman an enormous bear hug. This time Tempest treated the act with a grace that had been unaccustomed to her, though she was now pretty sure that she owned Orlando Shakespeare as much as he thought he owned her. She could give a little, as long as he wasn’t giving too much.
Two days into their stay however
